Demitri Audition

[Miss Jack]

Save it, if you haven't, because I'm going to delete it, to be more organized.

Prompt:
Side-effects may include death.

[demitri]

“Miss Ellen?”
The receptionist called
A young girl with a strawberry print bag in her lap startled awake
“Oh! Ye…yes?”
“The doctor will see you now,” came the icy response as the girl shied towards the examining rooms.
Placing her purse beside her she sat there, bored and swinging her legs, not wanting to look through the pregnancy magazines and instead choosing a pamphlet about A.D.D
She soon decided that parents should stop giving their kids sugar instead of drugging them, but then that was just her opinion.
It was then she saw him
Looking up from her magazine
He stood there, leaning against the door and popping gum
Pop
Pop
Pop
A smooth smile with yellowing teeth, instead of rubber gloves and soap, he smelled of coffe and old cheese.
Her nose wrinkled
Old, grey hair slicked back, as if that would make his face look younger
Suddenly, there was a decision made that she would rather not have this man as her doctor
Getting up off the table she grinned nervously, “I’m really sorry that I troubled you…I…I just remembered…something else.”
A high pitched, rather obnoxious, superior voice shot back, “Not at all dear.”
Pop
The door shut behind him
A nervous glance to his hands as he locked the door
Pop
“We have plenty of time.”
A needle his pocket as he wiped the cotton swab
“um…” she Stuttered, “I don’t remember, actually…having an appointment…for,”
The medical man only grinned,
“Connie was right,”
The smooth hiss of his rancid breath as he drew closer
She stumbled back
“You are stupid.”
The sharp point entered her neck
Struggling, thrashing
Refusal to succumb to the weakness that drugged her blood as she beat her weak fists against him
Then
Then
Nothing----
(tbc)

[demitri]

When she woke
Every part of her body seemed to ache
Bruises covered her stomach
Stitches lining her back and her front
Everything was dark
Slowly she pulled her self to the wall, dragging numb legs towards a switch
The lights wouldn’t work
Groping for the stairs
Finally, she broke for daylight
She had been left to die in an abandoned shack
It made her sick…sick enough to---to---body doubled over as she wretched
Laying there for a while she saw, near the front door of the crumbling house was her strawberry print bag, and a tape marked
“Side-effects May Include Death”
She stumbled towards the door, lifting the tape in shaking hands and with her berry-print bag she got as far as she could, and collapsed.
Tbc---

[demitri]

The tape contained a lot of things
A man in a mask
She had no doubt who
Doing everything and anything to her, before removing parts of her insides and putting her back together
He gave her just enough to live
Not that he had counted on it, and not that she would live long with only a smidge of liver and one kidney and lung left to her name
She was sure there had been others
The tape had told her so
But there was nothing to worry about
Not anymore
Not when she was standing in front of this pretty red house
She saw a man dining with his family through the window
Because of him she couldn’t even have that
Reaching inside of her strawberry-print bag she pulled out a gun, and a syringe
A brief smile
As she saw the door open and watched the old doctor move out of the house with a trash bag in hand
Quietly she rushed up, pressing the gun to neck as she nailed him with her delicate needle
“Remember me…”
He struggled
But that was pointless
--------------------------------
He woke up inside a dark, dusty basement
Strapped with leather buckles, naked to a table
Eyes darted
A camera was recording
The little red light
Blinking
A friendly wink
In a very unfriendly situation
He sat there, dumbfounded, until….
He realized where he was
This old place
His old haunt
Where he kept secret all of his guilty pleasures
The things he never meant or wanted to do…but had to…to fill those dark, dusty needs
Cold sweat broke out upon his face
He panicked, thrashed
When a soft voice came from the shadows, shaking a bottle of pills and playing with a small, delicate scalpel
The shine of it in the dim light,
She smiled, taunting,
“Hey there.”
He merfed angrily beneath his gag
He knew her
That bitch
She was supposed to be dead, like the rest
“Doctors are never good at taking their own prescriptions, are they?”
The low grin upon her scarred face
The low, flickering bulb showed him the scars over her nude body, bruises purple and festering around her pelvis
The girl now stood above him
The only thing she wore was a small berry hand bag
“I’m going to remove your gag now.”
She said soothingly
He tried to scream, shout, curse the cunt
But his mouth was quickly filled with pills
Little pills
He tried to spit them out, however she placed a gun sharply to his neck
“chew”
He refused
“CHEW, OR I BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD!”
Shaking, he obliged, feeling the powder stick to the roof of his mouth
There were more pills in that little bag
She continued to pour
He felt sick
Listening to her soothing voice
“Side effects may include---
Dizzyness
Vomiting
Heart pain
Head pain
Chest pain
Plevic pain
Ass Pain
Dick pain---“
Her voice trailed on, and on----
His body began to convulse, the numbness pierced by the feeling of the scalpel being plunged into his groin and slicing through the bone
He tried to scream, but only wound up chocking on more powder,
“Side effects may also include---“
She tossed the gun aside and held his own loving tool before his eye
“Death”
His back arched
Heart raced
Drugged
Afraid
Everything enhanced in that second
The memories of their fresh, scarred bodies
The smell of his own bowls and vomit as his body failed him
The smile of his wife
The hate of himself, and the creature inside
The sight of their blood
He hated them
Hated…ha-----

[Miss Jack]

o.o; Wow.

..... that's all I have to say.

Challenge:
A New Dawn


(Um, since your first was so long, you can keep the challenge short. Also, I still don't believe you actually read the rules because the first response was supposed to be in first person. So, if you'd kindly do your challenge response in first person instead, that would be great.)

[demitri]

A new Dawn…
Then again
Dawn was always new
There
Finally finished and ready for her last roll out onto the production line
Stnading back, and looking at her like this
It's strange
How familar she still is to me. Even if she isn't real
The curve of her breast
The softness in her face
Perfect
Not even the real Dawn could acchieve that kind of silacon perfection
Regardless, she's a shipment
Lifting the heavy metal woman, carting her up
Stamping the package
Placing it within the shoot to be delivered off to assembly
A heavy sigh as I sit upon the cold steel chair
Eyes falling to the designs that littered my dest
How many times have I drawn this face?
Fingers
Lightly tracing the image of my wife
Her pretty face
Marred and molded with death
How I imagined it anyway
Better dead, than vanished
Better dead than the fact that she may have simply left
Left me
In this world
Alone
My one...
Everything had seemed fine…just fine, happy
She had been happy, hadn’t she?
I would have liked to think-----
What would she think now
Now that these false, perfect women had been created for lonely souls like me
Created in her image
I don't really like knowing, that by doing this...I must share her with other men
But in some ways
It kept her alive
That was what I had wanted, wasn't it?
Dawn
A perfect, new, Dawn.

[Marguerite]

I'm so sorry to make you rewrite your bit, but, as the rules say, one of the pieces has to be in first person. If you could just rewrite the second one? It won't take long at all. ^^

[Miss Jack]

Sorry, I had to edit, so I told you late. But she is right.

[demitri]

Sorry...fixed it

[Miss Jack]

Approved. ^^

[demitri]

*bows....I am not worthy*